Old Creek
Since before anyone remembers
It has been
clear
Shining like silver
Though the moonlight penetrates it
And the wind ruffles it
No trace of either of remains.
Today
I would not dare
To expound the secret
Of the stream bed
But I can tell you
That the blue dragon
Is coiled
there.

Very high this mountain
And few find
their way up here
Only puffs of cloud
Drift up and past
As I meditate
My original self
Empties all of heaven
and earth
Not at all like the lantern
In broad day.

Reply to Reizan Osho
I don’t go out
To wander around
I stay home here in Miura
While time flows
On through
The
unbounded world.
In the awakened eye
Mountains and rivers
Completely disappear.
The eye of delusion
Looks
out upon
Deep fog and clouds.
Alone on my zazen mat
I forget the days
As they pass
The wisteria has grown
Thick
over the eaves
Of my hut.
The subtle way
Of Bodhidharma
I never give it a thought.
Does anyone know
The
truth of zen
Or what to ask about it?
The Milky Way pours waterfalls
over this human world
the cold rushing tumbling sounds echo through the blue sky
Veneration to the Great Compassionate
Avilokiteshvara
How lucky to have no trouble hearing
Wandering
My treasure is the cloud on the peak
The moon over the valley
Traveling east or west
Light and free on the one road
I don’t know whether I’m on the way
Or at home.
- Muso Soseki (1275-1351)
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